| She loves me, she loves me not
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| Where can a simple island boy begin?
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| This highland pride is all I’ve got
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| But in the darkness it means everything
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| It makes me one with the tide
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| It makes me strong when I’m burning inside
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| Standing here on Cadderley
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| Between the burn and the turning sea
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| I gaze across at these golden hills
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| I’m looking all the way to eternity
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| All the way to eternity
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| I stand naked I’m the native one
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| I like to feel the wind across my face
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| I like to dream but maybe I should run
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| In case our tracks get covered and we leave no trace
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| No trace of where we have come
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| No trace of songs we can hold for our young
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| Standing here on Cadderley
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| Between the burn and the turning sea
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| I gaze across at these golden hills
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| I’m looking all the way to eternity
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| All the way to eternity
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| I will sow this seed again
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| I will work this field and know it’s never ending
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| I’ll lose a son to the German wars
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| We’ll lose the land he was fighting for
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| Lose our language to greed and gain
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| All washed away by a southern rain
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| Washed until we can’t see
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| What our destiny meant us to be
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| Standing here on Cadderley
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| Between the burn and the turning sea
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| I gaze across at these golden hills
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| I’m looking all the way to eternity
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| All the way to eternity |